LOGIN“Hand over your human slaves, and we will leave you unharmed,” Marion retorts.“We’re not slaves!” one of the women says over the female werewolf’s shoulder. “Please don’t hurt them,” she says, eyeing the silver weapons and our Sun Warriors patches nervously. “They’re our friends.”My mind immediate
NatashaIt’s strange to be on a run with Marion instead of Sebastian. I didn’t want to leave him after all our promises to each other this morning. He’s exactly the kind of man I’ve always dreamed of being with: someone who protects his people and fights back against those who threaten them.Someone
Sebastian kisses me again, this time parting my lips to deepen the kiss, his tongue expressing maybe more than he could with words. I don’t want him to stop, but he does, just like he did last night.“Still,” he says, “can we wait until I’m healed to tell her about us? Just in case she attacks me,”
NatashaI wake up to the gentle snoring I’ve only sometimes heard through my tent wall.This time it’s in my ear.I open my eyes to the inside of Sebastian’s tent and the memory of him asking me to stay the night.The memory of his body on top of mine, his lips finally on mine, his hand on my breast
The truth of it is reflected back at me in Isaiah’s eyes, filled with longing and grief. Natasha may not be dead, but she’s no longer with us, and her absence is a never-ending, gaping hole.“Either Owen is in pain without her,” I remind Isaiah, “or Natasha is in pain while they’re together and she’
DiegoAs the spare heir, the overlooked prince, and the abandoned little brother who I’ve trained everyone to see as nothing but a silly little playboy, I’ve had my fair share of pain. Of being discounted.Tossed aside.But none of it hurts quite as much as this. My own brother, not even caring enou
AmeliaAva and Violet drag me along down the hallway toward the banquet hall. The closer we get, the louder the sounds of festivities come. Music, cheering, and the clanking of silverware against plates.An image of myself on my knees cutting steak after steak flashes in my mind. The blisters have f
“I’ve already put them on,” I lie, wondering if I’ll be able to enlist Molly to assist me instead. “I was about to go to sleep.”“Of course,” the prince replies. “I apologize for the hour. I got caught up in my work, but I wanted to make sure to check on you before I went to bed.”He hesitates, and
I don’t know what to say to her. I feel like maybe I want to touch her more, but no form of affection feels appropriate. So I let go of her and exit the bedroom without another word.***AmeliaThe second Prince Owen leaves my room, Molly rushes over to me. “Are you okay?” she asks.I nod. “You?”Sh
“I wonder if they’d say the same.”He bristles. “And what about your bed partner?”“Ava is enjoying the hunt,” I answer vaguely.He smiles mischievously. “I wasn’t referring to Ava.”I glare at my half-brother.“Where is your pet?” Diego asks. “Still in your tent?”“Ava is my only bed partner,” I re







